[ Mikazuki is quick to interject that point, tone simultaneously heavy and impatient. He's not keen on appearing incapable of moving on his own, if it comes down to that. Though he should be even less keen on returning to the city — all those singular, familiar thoughts come to a stop when Atsushi reaches for him. He doesn't flinch because it probably wouldn't hurt as much, adrenaline and familiarity working in tandem to keep him calm.
That's before the light, though. Quizzically, his brows raise, a genuine look of wonderment rising up through the weariness. ]
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[ Mikazuki is quick to interject that point, tone simultaneously heavy and impatient. He's not keen on appearing incapable of moving on his own, if it comes down to that. Though he should be even less keen on returning to the city — all those singular, familiar thoughts come to a stop when Atsushi reaches for him. He doesn't flinch because it probably wouldn't hurt as much, adrenaline and familiarity working in tandem to keep him calm.
That's before the light, though. Quizzically, his brows raise, a genuine look of wonderment rising up through the weariness. ]
What was that?
[ Not him. ]